Текст песни Рати Итарес - Одуванчики

When the first young dandelions
We climbed out of the barely warmed the earth,
They said: "We do not want to grow here"
And after a few days had turned gray.
We tore them and blew gently,
They were scattered by the breath of
What we have with them, really?
We must be supportive to those early ages.
It is believed that it is possible to fly so simple,
Carelessly a feather fluttering in the sky,
Rather than become a wreath
On the naughty child's head.
But how long the wind carried them?
They fell, got lost in the grass,
And - who knows? - Maybe there silently crying
About the decision taken is wrong.
Their tears soak the soil moist,
And the sky will be pulled out new shoots,
Who met all the same sun,
Shining one, scorching others.
And in a fragrant meadow swallow dance,
And his eyes will be scattered from paints,
Take easel, palette and brush,
In memory of a great save.
After all the wonderful fleeting.
Understand.